Page 101 of Resurrection

“Everyone figures out how to parent, how to care for their kid as they go.” His expression is serious. “Parenting is like this giant experiment that can screw up a kid for life.” Jay shrugs. “You do the best you can and hope it’s enough.”

“Not very comforting,” I say.

“The truth is rarely comforting. You got Finn, you got me, and when you decide where you’re settling, I’m sure my wife will give you a hand too.”

“You’ll come with us?” I ask.

“Yeah.” He nods. “I talked to Sofia about relocating last night, before hell broke loose. She’s on board for a move. The kids are still young enough they’ll adjust okay.”

“Approaching the hotel,” the kid up front says.

“I want to go home as soon as possible.” Looking over at Finn, I smile. “Jay?”

“On it.” He whips out his phone. “I’ll get the pilot and jet on standby for as soon as we get the passport. I’ll call Lena and get her to pick up the baby essentials for the chalet.”

“And book yourself a flight home,” I say.

Finn protests, and I clamp my free hand over his mouth.

“Jay needs to be with his family. And we need to work on becoming a family, just the three of us.”

Finn removes my hand and gives me the smallest smile. “Jay, hire us security for the chalet. Book yourself a ticket home to your wife.”

I lean over and press my lips to his. “Thank you.”

“Not sure how I feel about this whole compromise thing.”

A laugh escapes me, and then I sweep my gaze over his face. My chest floods with love and hope and so much joy I’m worried I might burst open. “I can’t believe I’m getting everything I ever wanted.” I stare at the entrance to the hotel for a moment. “It’s almost too good to be true.”

“You’re getting what you deserve,” Finn says beside me. “What you’ve always deserved.”

I link the fingers of my free hand with his as we climb out of the car, a giddy grin on my face.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Finn

Despite the twenty-four-hour security I’ve insisted on having here in Switzerland the last few weeks, I can’t escape this nagging sensation in my stomach, louder than a whisper, not quite a roar. That sixth sense has never steered me wrong when I’ve listened to it, and it’s going off like crazy.

The stupid part about this unease is that it’s being overridden on a daily basis by an overwhelming satisfaction. Carys has agreed to give her father one week in Chicago to get the business in order for the transition, and then she’s out—gone for good.

Things have been ticking along in Switzerland for the last few weeks between me, Carys, Lena, and Lucas. We’ve already paid for the renos to the property in Cape Verde, and Jay and his family are flying there this week to oversee the build. We greased some wheels and got approval to construct a hotel and casino on her waterfront property. It’ll be fucking glorious.

Sometimes I wonder if that’s my problem. There isn’t something coming, not really. I’m uncomfortable with things falling into place so easily. My life has never been relaxing. Evenas a child, my existence was fraught with danger. Death or jail was an almost certainty.

Now? I have Carys, a kid, and a legitimate business on the way. All my Christmases have come due at once.

“Finn?” Carys’s voice drifts to me from upstairs, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I lower the volume on the TV and check my watch. “I’ll be up with a bottle.”

“Thank you.”

Lena grins at me from the kitchen as I heat the water, pour in the formula, and shake it up.

“What?” I ask as I examine the consistency through the glass bottle.

“Just remembering that conversation we had months ago before you went to Russia.”

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